Haar

After a spell of lovely sunny warm weather this is what happens up here - haar.

In some ways it is quite nice, being cocooned from the rest of the world, very peaceful and still, totally alone. The frustrating thing is that it can go on for days, you yearn for the sun, which you know is up there somewhere, the planes can't get in so mail is delayed, and everything is damp and clammy. The haar seeps in everywhere and beads of moisture hang from Nimbus' mane and chin.

Old Orcadians tell me there are only two ways that it goes - it is either burnt away or blown away. Hopefully today it will be burnt away . . . .